That is the usual state of things around here… Only I chose to laugh! Laughter is healing, happy and FUN. Now I do know that crying can be cleansing, but most often if given a choice I would rather be happy than clean. Though now that i think about it that may only hold true for so long…
I went out dancing this weekend… I put my “armor” on and went to Irvs. I love when I put on Boots and a Bodice because then people don’t try and dance with me as much. Though i now know that if I even wanted to go to the club to dance with other people or to hook up I would have to wear my sarong… Holy shit did I get hit on a lot the time I wore that. Too bad that isn’t what I go dancing for. Anyway, back to my armor. I go out dancing to feel my body move, to release all the frustration that I ball up inside. Once upon a time I used sex to battle frustration, but since that involves another human being it tends to come with it’s own set of frustrations. Dancing I can do by myself, and for myself. I do not have to worry about what anyone else thinks or if anyone else is having fun. I don’t have to worry if it is good for them as well… it is just me. I try not to think of it as me and the music, since the music really is shit. The DJ at Irvs this weekend played 2 songs that didn’t even HAVE a danceable beat, and I dance to ANYTHING! UH!
Oh well my night of dancing was wonderful and well worth the missed sleep.
I got to HUG Brandon, have french fries and kiss someone. Ya, all in all I say that it was a pretty good night.